Novel & Cerita Winner X Loser

All I see is an outside movie and I'm the only audience. It was the last turn and Cryx and I were neck-on-neck to see whoever wins the competition. Cryx and I have a winning streak, it's both 49-49. So whoever reaches fifty first will be the victor, and the loser will do per the winner's wishes. Hehe, I can't wait to make him do my bidding. "You're going down, man!" I yelled. "In your dreams, I'll wipe that confident grin off your face once I win!" He yelled back.

But, this bet has been going on for a long time, when are they going to stop and finish? After a long wait and after the crowd almost lost their voices, the programming was done and one of them had won. With a cry of winning and raising hands to the air, he made a joyous noise and the audience joined with it too. “YES!!! YEAH!” shouted all of them in exception of the loser party and Hestia. As the crowd enjoyed together with the winner, the loser party was just there, his head bowed down to the computer table as he was trying his best to accept his defeat.

Her blind tolerance and near-obsessive indulgence toward Bryan had allowed him to join forces with his family and cheat her out of both her feelings and her money. "Relax, Mom," Bryan said with a laugh. "That punching bag already left. He even took the kid with him. So what if the child isn't hers? The husband's position will belong to me sooner or later. From then on, all her money will be mine." Gwyneth's eyes reddened. She shoved the door open. That day was the first time she had ever argued with Bryan. It was also the last time she decided she would ever see him.

It was so exciting to watch as they trembled in delight and squirmed in pleasure for me. My own cock was throbbing now. “Here's the thing. Whoever cums first loses and I will fuck the winner only." Kai let out a soft whine. "The loser will get to watch us go at it with his hands tied behind his back. Understood?” I asked with a grin on my lips. And they nodded immediately. “Yes daddy…” They echoed together, their voices mixing arousingly with the moans and whimpers, making me hiss in pleasure. My cock was so hard and all I wanted to do was pound the fuck out of their asses. But I had to be patient. Watching them squirm and moan was better than anything.

I almost admired it. “Listen,” I said, stepping back slightly, spreading my arms like a generous god. “You and I… we’re the same age. Both billionaires. Both men of influence. But you…” I jabbed a finger toward him, “You’re nothing compared to me. You don’t have the stomach for this. You play fair sometimes. That’s cute. But fair doesn’t win wars.” “You aren’t going to win any…” “I don’t think, Oscar. I know I’ve won.”

Her clever distraction gave her a head start, and while I struggled to focus, she effortlessly whacked away. Like the proud hare, I lost to the crazy turtle faster than you can say 'Holy Canary'. "Winner, you have 1000 tickets. Loser, you have 50 tickets," the machine announced. Willow grinned in victory, starting her lame victory dance. "I beat you, I beat you, I beat you! You lost," she chanted, simultaneously attempting a side split while lifting herself up with her hands, dancing and chanting her victory rhyme. She took off my cap and placed it back on my head.

He was a shameless crook. "Sin! You could at least pretend like you are as clueless as I am." "And why would I do that?" He scoffed. "To make me feel better. I thought you loved me." "I didn't know you were such a sore loser." He laughed. "So you brought up what the loser gets and what the winner gets." "And you didn't say anything. No agreements were made." I argued. "It's my game. And for this game, the rewards are revealed after the act."

"Was that a joke? Not funny. My desires wouldn't be below average. The only substantial thing about you is your ego. Everything else is insignificant ergo; Your brain, your head, your dick." I gulped, seeing his face morph into shock. "Would you bet on those words? I never knew you to be a loser. It'll be a first." "Fuck off." I shriek, tugging my hand away. "Let's play a game." "No." "What? The last one was so fun. I won a hundred grand." I hissed and stepped forward. "Whoever wins gets to shower first. Looser has to stay back and wait. You always lose, so I suggest you ready your heart."

I’ll hop in on the fun eventually. “5 minutes to pin. Ties and winners move on. Losers can sit out one round if needed. Pair back up with someone else who lost. This is about getting better, not glory.” I hear a male voice shout, “What does the winner get?” I think it over. “Their choice. Nothing too crazy.” Hopefully it won’t get too carried away. I count down, and they’re off. Mostly the girls paired with girls and the guys with guys per usual. At thirty seconds in, I hear someone shout, “Done!”

However, it was not the pain that he could not handle but the humiliation brought by Wesley. After that second slash, Wesley stored his sword back in the storage space and alighted gently near Dale, who was lying on the ground. He looked down at Dale with a mocking and condescending expression, making Dale flush even redder in the face. Dale tried to stand up, wanting to fight to death with Wesley. However, before he could do that, they all heard the results being announced. “The winner is Wesley Sayer. The two contestants will swap their ranking and the wager of one hundred and fifty contribution points goes to Wesley Sayer.”